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By God, I'll have more booty in a moment.
It's not tiddlywinks now, is it?..... NZ Rugby Legend
Bustle about Noddy, or we shant be in time to snabble any of the lobster patties.
Today ain't in the mood to write... btw my name is Stevy.
Mantlets. "Here come our breakfast arrows," Pyp announced
Ronald Isley is a musical genius.
I'm a bit of a 'Throny,' as I think the 'Game of Thrones' fans refer to themselves.
Nick Cardy's work helped define some of the things we see in comics today and take for granted. He broke out of the mold in terms of covers and layout and created a truly interactive experience for the reader that directly points back to his time with the Eisner studio.
Ree sat chilled inside her squat tent. To occupy her mind, she decided to name all the Miltons: Thump, Blond, Catfish, Spider, Whoop, Rooster, Scrap ... Lefty, Dog, Punch, Pinkeye, Momsy ... Cotton, Hog-jaw, Ten Penny, Peashot ...
The only bright spot in the entire evening was the presence of Kevin "Tubby" Matchwell, the eleven-year-old porker who tackled the role of Santa with a beguiling authenticity. The false beard tended to muffle his speech, but they could hear his chafing thighs all the way to the North Pole.
Don't worry, Rickey, you're still the best.
Richie Beirach Trio
PIGMY, n. One of a tribe of very small men found by ancient travelers in many parts of the world, but by modern in Central Africa only. The Pigmies are so called to distinguish them from the bulkier Caucasians - who are Hogmies.
Lumpyface Lumpyhead
I'm a human hourglass: Waiting, waiting, waiting for Brain Connelly to come home.
Let's see, for breakfast Rickey will have bacon and eggs, and grits if I can get 'em.
Rickey don't like it when Rickey can't find Rickey's limo.
Cruddy Mouthbreather
The lyf so short, the craft so long to lerne.
Tess
DY-N-AMITE
Tim
Dodie could often be seen at the club, clutching a white terry-cloth towel in one hand, her cigarette holder in the other, as she pedaled away on one of the club's stationary bikes.
Are you a wedgie?" Asked Massie. "No." "Then why are you all up in my butt?" Said Massie
I love you, Torrey Delaney. You don't have to say it back to me, but I love you. I didn't believe life was worth living until I met you. I'm so, so happy I was wrong.
his armour-hard back
I guess you'd say I'm a gearhead. It's not just guitars; I have five or six drum sets, a bunch of keyboards ... It's like Guitar Center exploded, and all the cool stuff dropped in my backyard. I'm a really lucky guy, I have to admit.
In terms of pure comedic value, 'Tootsie' is brilliant.
It is that word 'hunny,' my darlings, that marks the first place in The House at Pooh Corner at which Tonstant Weader fwowed up.
Y'all get crimey crimey, grimy grimy. But those with a tiny hiney thay get whiny whiny
You know what? Don't even worry about it," I said. "Cory Wheeler already asked me. I can tell him I changed my mind."
"Who the hell is Corky Wheeler?
Dylan Quinn's knickers,
Carter-headed chicken.
Smitty leaned forward, resting his arms on this raised knees. "I am fixin' to get mad, Jessie.
"You're fixin' to get mad?"
"Yeah."
"Why don't you just get mad?"
"I'm not there yet. But I will be if you don't start talking to me."
Smitty to Jessie Ann
Old Filey lies around the Ravine, a glacial gash running down to Coble Landing. This is the fishing Filey of centuries past, with neat little terraced cottages and a cluster of attractive 18th century houses.
Cashier: Yes, can I help you?
Tee-Ay: Yeah, I need a rattle.
Cashier: Aisle eight.
Tee-Ay: I'm looking for the kind that'll give a fatherless black baby a future, you got any of those?
Cashier: Girl, if we sold those, do you think I'd be workin' here?
Now, half an hour later, adrenaline thrust him into overdrive. Storms of shale and spall burst from the ground. Ropes of sweat braided his skin. He swung again and again. The heavy pick shattered earth. Digby was in a rhythm, a digging trance, that rare state of archaeological
My sister the booty police.
The thick plottens.
Sir McCoolpants Von No Touchy
But you helped me and Arik. Why would you do that if you really feel that way? (Geary)
What can I say? It's so much more enjoyable to snatch victory from the hands of the gullible. You guys make the most delightful sound of agony when you're betrayed. (Solin)
pocket lizard licker.
The wren goes to't
I can't even say the word 'titmouse' without giggling like a schoolgirl.
Okey - " "Don't say it." "Dokey.
Do diddle di do, Poor Jim Jay Got stuck fast In Yesterday.
Here she comes now, say, Mony, Mony. Shoot 'em down, turn around, come on, Mony.
Life's road is better traveled down in stlye, perferably with a leather jacket and sunglasses
An alkie in full defiant
Your Wheezy, sir, your Wheezy - Wheezy who is giving Dobby his sweater!
Rickey doesn't have albums, Rickey has CDs.
pushes the gearshift into park. "Speak of the
Make-Out McGuire
I'm a powerful being ... a wizard," Corny said. "So don't try anything."
"Yes," said the little faery, blinking black eyes rapidly. "No. Try nothing.
StocktontoMalone
Dammit, I'm dying here.
No, worse, I'm already dead. Wheel me off to the fucking coroner's office, and mark down cause of death: Keely's dirty mind and miraculous cunt.
Under a spreading chestnut-tree The village smithy stands; The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands; And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strong as iron bands.
dromedary." She has three-year-old Mark in her arms. The fake
Mr. Dabney could write to
Damn you, Hemy. I swear you boys have issues.
Bootie Grant Glover! You do amaze me!" Mem stared at her sister. "Do I understand this? You're giving me permission to engage in a romantic tryst?"
"Certainly not!" Bootie pulled to her full diminished height. "I'm merely saying if disaster strikes, I won't abandon you.
Skippy Jon Jones picture book
Rank, rump-fed harpy.
He must needes go that the dyvell dryveth.
Binkie, the one and only. He can hear her rings clacking on the plastic phone, and he chuckles, envisioning with amusement the bejeweled and suntanned manicured grip his grandmother thinks she has on his balls. And she does.
While I'm trying to be a villain, Tyler Posey's just making me break character all the time. It's hilarious.
Rough night?" Zay asked.
"Oh, no. Glorious, thanks. Mum had me cross-checking data on solid Veiled all damn night.Fuckin' A, there better be a shot of whiskey at the end of this damn morning."
"Nola said she'd have fresh coffee," I said.
"Whiskey. I'll say it slow: whiiiskey.
Bindy Mackenzie talks like a horse.
Toodle-oo, demigods!
Hildy has resigned herself to this, that life is a series of sudden disappearences, leavetakings without the proper good-byes. Someday she too might vanish. Some days she looks forward to learning this trick.
Aygi Cycle (4)
Coarse hawthorn
beloved uncle's
memory entwined
among its
gnarled and
armored limbs
copy of
Lolita by
his deathbed
Mum, Dad, Fergus... this is Skulduggery Pleasant
Lovey dovey or fucky wucky
Tim Olyphant is a machine. He never stops thinking and being creative.
Ryan Stout, a straight-arrow-looking kind of guy, shocks the crowd into laughter with his inventive interplay between innocence and a jarringly twisted point of view. He goes from loony to weirdly logical. With him, it's more than clever writing; his comedy is based on clear and clever thinking.
Just now I've taen the fit o' rhyme / My barmie noddle's working prime.
Dallas Bines. Dallicious Bines would be a more fitting name.
Skulduggery? Where's Skulduggery?"
"I'm here," Skulduggery said. "I was beginning to think you were lost to us."
Finbar's mouth twitched into a brief smile. "Sorry. You're not going to get rid of me so easily.
Hoke Moseley is a magnificently battered hero. Willeford brings him to us lean and hard and brand-new.
Our Welsh teacher thinks he is young. He tells us that the Welsh for skiving in town is 'mitchio yn y dre'.
The Aly loafer is our modern take on the penny loafer with a subtle slit across the top. I wear loafers with everything these days- skinny jeans, long skirts and dresses.
Mr. Bumpy from Bump in the Night was this funky little guy who lived under the bed and thought eating dust bunnies was a delicacy. He was as cool as he could be, and ate dirty socks.
Phoney: Here's your problem Fone Bone! We're off the map! Get a bigger map!
Would you get your butt in here? Shit, you are slow as a fat kid on crutches, Zoey.
Matty told Hatty about a thing she saw, had two big horns and a wooly jaw.
Show me your Booty **** Oh Oh Oh Oh
Hakko Drazlip and the Tootle Froots.
That leaves Decker and what's his name, Mr. I'm Too Sexy for My Shirt.
Pigpen frowns. "He's been slippery, but I've got him. I'll be fucking up his world real soon."
Pigpen produced hard evidence against Kyle and his three other buddies who had been using that Bragger site to blackmail girls from school.
Right. So you haven't been spending every spare hour round at geeky and slaphead's, then?"
"Don't call them that. They have names." Although privately I had my own names for them: octopus and trouser python.
Steering between the Scylla of too much and the Charybdis of not-enough, he'd worked hard to project a retiring asexuality. As far as his coworkers knew, he lived with only his books for company. Still, he relished her name in his mouth. "Regan.
Hello, Gallagher Girl
--Zack
Hyt is not al golde that glareth.
Hissy, hissy, little snakey, Slither on the floor, You be good to Morfin Or he'll nail you to the door.
Such things happen," said Too-ticky
Park hill staten island seal, rock the reel to reel we high hills deep
The Classic Notting Hill junkie, i.e; Armani underwear, Pink's shirt and Burberry belt tourniquets
Do you remember, during the war, when Porky worked in a defense plant? He and Bugs Bunny. That was a good one too.
the squeeky wheel gets the grease.
Ty is like... a ninja on crack.
Okay, I don't like it when you walk away from me, but other than that ... (Arik)
Yeah, I guess that makes sense. You transcend a dimension to come here and I brush you off. I can see where that might get annoying. (Geary)
She's like a dessert-hoarding dragon." Alys